#[ ꔫ ] — drabbles

[ttsukiimi]

Inexperienced!Choso who looks down at your as you spread your legs for him, wondering what he should do, but too timid to ask you for himself. His cheeks burn red as he stares, so intently that it has you suddenly feeling shy under his gaze.

“Choso…” you pout, your delicate hand caressing his face and you smile. As if reading his mind, you take his bigger hand in yours and place it on your thigh. “Just touch me, anything you do will feel good.”

Inexperienced!Choso who all of a sudden isn’t so inexperienced once he gets the hang of you, taking a mental note of all the spots that have you squirming and moaning under him, his fingers moving in and out of you so fast it had you had your head spinning.

His digits filled you so nicely, fit inside you so perfectly it was uncanny. Your noises spurred him on, making him feel warm and his cock hardened in his sweats.

Inexperienced!Choso who makes you cum with his fingers faster than anyone you’ve ever slept with, pride shining on his face as you look up at him with tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. But once he had a chance—a taste—he couldn’t stop.

Inexperienced!Choso who shyly begins to rut himself against your leg, a silent plea to take you. And you nod, not knowing what you signed yourself up for.

Inexperienced!Choso whose pace is fucking inhuman as he drives his girthy cock into you, even when he’s moaning and whimpering in your ear—and suddenly you feel like the inexperienced one.

[koiir]

Gojo angering his wife…

Gojo who fears that you’re seriously going to divorce him, the eyes that usually are filled with adoration and love for him are now swollen with fury.

“Satoru what the hell is this?”

Your hand holds a piece of evidence that can’t fathom any explanation of his, no matter what. His lopsided grin now falls as he looks around as though someone will come save him.

“Sweets! It’s not what you think, really!”

You stare him down, a challenge he usually fights but he now he has to keep quiet. Because he himself can’t even muster up the courage to say anything stupid or contradicting.

“First, you go behind my back. Second, you have our son scared to death!”

The first comment doesn’t surprise him much, but the second one has his face go pale. He feels an ache in his heart at the thought of his wrongs hurting his son.

“What? What do you mean…scared?”

He dares to look at the evidence in your hands, eyes opening and seeing his own creation of doom.

“Because! This is the sort of stuff a stalker would do! He thinks that I have a stalker even though it’s just your weird shit!”

Oh. Well, your son is rather protective over you, even if he’s only three years old. The box collection of polaroids holding so many photos of you sleeping. Without your knowledge.

“But babe…it’s not like I’m selling these online!”

“Satoru don’t start.”

He pouts, and he watches as you go through the box holding numerous unknown Polaroids of yourself sleeping.

He didn’t mean to…he swears. Just out of the blue, one day he walked back into your home and saw you wearing his sweater to sleep. He couldn’t help himself! He had to sneak a photo out of it.

“Babe, this just shows how much i adore you! You’re so adorable!”

“It just proves to me more that you’re insane.”

“Insane and madly in love with you.”

You give him a deadpan look, but when he tackles you on the bed you can’t help but give into his antics.

“Whatever.”

[wandasaura]

okay hear me out… dom!wanda x switch!natasha, but wanda’s not willing to sub to nat so they form an agreement that natasha can get herself a sugar baby. you absolutely despise wanda (or at least you try and convince yourself that you do) but slowly she starts working her way into your heart and your pussy when she takes over during aftercare if nat has to go to the bathroom, or when she sits in on natasha fucking your brains out because she just can’t help herself and it almost always ends with her getting her hands on a piece of you as well. it all comes to a head when you disobey natasha, and simultaneously insult wanda, that your true feelings really begin to show themselves. natasha lets wanda punish you how she sees fit, and you learn very quickly that wanda’s not as forgiving as your daddy is, but you just can’t help but crave her hands on you, especially after she’s worked you over so good you can barely even remember your name. and natasha’s just smug as fuck about it because she knows that you’ve always had a crush on wanda, and she knows that it was only a matter of time before wanda corrected her little brat the right way.

[angelmatthew]

₊˚.༄ gingerbread - seok matthew

yes i'm aware we're in march but i finally finished writing this so i'm posting it anyways !! i'm so delusional for this man it's becoming an actual problem i fear.

my inbox is empty so feel free to request !

↬matthew x gn!reader (reader is kind of implied to have long hair) ↬1688words ↬(self indulgent) fluff, oneshot, gyuvin cameo ↬tw: none just not proofread lol

christmas means the world to matthew. he's the force behind turning your shared apartment into a festive retreat, decorating every space and making sure you explore every christmas market around. for him, the holiday excitement is almost on par with his birthday. the fact that you both get to experience this special season together in your newly shared home adds an extra layer of significance to him. his excitement is infectious, and you find yourself enjoying the holiday season more than you did already.

as he stood in the store facing rows of gingerbread house kits, matthew couldn't make a decision without consulting you. he grabbed his phone and facetimed you, holding up different options for you to choose. as your boyfriend deliberated with you, gyuvin's voice joined the debate.

"oh my god please get the huge one!" he pleaded through the screen. you assumed he was referring to the sizable box at the bottom of the shelf, resembling more of a gingerbread mansion than a mere house. matthew's face lit up with his trademark open-bracket smile, both edges of his lips curving upward in response to gyuvin's suggestion.

"gyuvin, are you going to help out?" you teased, prompting laughter from both ends as matthew continued to examine the oversized gingerbread mansion kit - this was very serious to him.

"am i invited to your date?"

matthew playfully rolls his eyes at his antics, and so do you.

"nope, and we're sticking with the smaller kit, right, matt?" you playfully threatened your boyfriend, although there was a hint of truth into the teasing tone.

he reluctantly gave in, much to his best friend's disappointment. a few minutes later, your boyfriend is back home, arms filled with grocery bags and a huge shopping bag. you can easily figure out what happened after you hung up—matthew greeted you with a peck, his expression carrying a hint of guilt.

"did you go for the mansion?!" you exclaim, disbelief written all over your face as you gaze at your boyfriend. he responds with a sheepish smile, getting the box out of the bag, he starts unpacking the kit.

"yeah, i got a little carried away at the store, and gyuvin ended up talking me into picking this one," he confessed, his eyes locked onto the box, a touch of uncertainty on his face as he gauged your reaction to see if you were upset. of course, you weren't. your concern was more about whether it would live up to matthew's expectations.

"well, it does look cute!" you reassure, pointing at the small plastic christmas trees that accompany the kit. "i just hope we've got enough frosting to make it look as nice as it does on the box," you add, casting a thoughtful eye over the ingredients and decorations you neatly laid out on the table.

"i'll grab our aprons," matthew declares with determination, clapping his hands in excitement. he's referring to the matching sanrio aprons you purchased earlier that month – he opted for the cinamoroll one, and you for my melody.

as he heads towards the kitchen to fetch the aprons, you put on your shared christmas playlist and continue unpacking the kit. matthew returns, aprons in hand. without a word, he steps closer and lends a hand as you put yours on, and you do the same for him.

"can't get over how adorable these aprons are," matthew gushes as he admires you.

it's a shared quirk between you two – an irresistible impulse to snag anything cute, regardless of practicality, and especially if it means matching with each other. while your apartment is pretty organized and neat, it’s also full of little trinkets.

“we definitely need the pompompurin one too,"

matthew nods in agreement, all the while studying the instructions on the back of the box while you open the numbered bags with the different parts of the house.

with christmas songs softly playing in the background, you dive into the task at hand, the concentration evident on both your faces. as you work, matthew quietly sings along, his voice weaving a comforting melody that never fails to bring a smile to your face.

the ambient lighting from the elaborately adorned tree and flickering fireplace casts a warm glow, enveloping the room in a relaxing ambiance. when you get to the challenging stage of assembling the gingerbread structure with frosting, you start getting worried.

"i have no idea how to start building even after reading the instructions," he confesses, holding what's supposed to be the front of the building, uncertainty etched across his features.

you survey the gingerbread pieces and the frosting, treating it like a puzzle yet to be solved. with a reassuring smile, you join your boyfriend, taking a moment to strategize the best approach.

"well, let's start with the base. we can add on one corner and then assemble the sides step by step," you suggest, matthew is careful as he sets the base while you prep the frosting.

you're in the midst of carefully slathering frosting on the sides, taking your sweet time, but your hair keeps getting in the way. matthew catches on and, without missing a beat, grabs a hair tie from his wrist – he always has one handy for you. you feel a gentle touch as he gathers your hair and skillfully ties it back. a small, grateful smile creeps onto your face.

“thanks, angel," you express, grateful for the simplicity of his gesture. he grins at the pet name. he loves how pet names flow so easily out of your lips.

with your hair tied back, you dive back into the frosting mission. once you finish, matthew steps in, holding the panels in place while you apply frosting to bind them together.

"you're so good at this," matthew confesses, admiring your work as you skillfully spread the frosting without a smudge in sight.

"you sound surprised," you retort, shooting a glance at your boyfriend. it’s just too easy to tease him.

“maybe just a little impressed," he chuckles, nudging you as the gingerbread structure starts taking shape. “i was counting on you to make this look good, to be honest,” he adds, you roll your eyes, faking annoyance.

"well yeah, i figured i was gonna do all the hard work by myself,"

matthew does that little head tilt he does whenever you tease him, his lips forming a mix between a pout and a smile, earning another laugh from you.

"hey, i'm helping!"

you give him an intentionally reticent nod to tease him further. he acts offended, and before you can even realize what's happening, he takes the icing bag you put aside and smears a little bit of icing on your nose. you blink in surprise as the cool touch of icing graces your nose. matthew looks immensely pleased with his impromptu move, little giggles bubbling in his throat - you don’t think you could ever get tired of that airy laugh of his.

“oh, i see how it is… since you’re so skilled with the icing, i’ll let you take care of the rest, sound good?” you pretend to get up to leave. you just love entertaining the banter, especially when your boyfriend’s response is that adorable pout of his and puffed-up cheeks. the temptation to kiss him is strong, but the joy of teasing him prevails.

“you’re so mean?!” he responds in the most dramatic tone ever, holding your arm to stop you.

“i’ll call a truce if i get to decorate your face too,” you suggest innocently, a mischievous glint in your eyes. the blonde raises an eyebrow in curiosity as you scoop a dollop of whipped cream with your index finger. leaning in, your faces just inches apart, you delicately smear the cream on his nose and cheeks, your touch slow and deliberate, as if crafting a delicate masterpiece. you draw two little hearts on his cheeks, you smile to yourself while matthew tries to supress his quiet giggles to keep up the sulking act. he can't believe that such a gentle and simple touch can still turn him into putty in your hands - literally giggling and kicking his feet internally.

"oops," you feign innocence as your fingers graze the corner of his lips, spreading a bit of cream there too. "i guess i'll have to clean this up," you whisper before closing the distance between you two.

without much time for matthew to process the boldness of your move, you swiftly taste the sweetness on his soft lips. his muscular arm instinctively wraps around your waist, pulling you closer in an instant while your lips lead a perfect dance. The room is filled with the delightful sounds of giggles and the subtle rustle of clothes as your arms find their place, encircling his neck.

his fingers find the hem of your top and play with it – one of his many endearing habits. whether cuddling or engaged in more intimate moments, he can’t resist fidgeting with your clothes, hair, or tracing patterns on your skin with his fingertips.

matthew knew too exactly how to turn you into putty in his hands.

the care and gentleness with which he holds you is intoxicating and mirrors his approach to everything – from making you pancakes adorned with a smiley face of cream and berries, to the way he makes sure to always leave a little note on your mirror each morning or how he indulges in all of your interests and gets heavily invested in them.

you can feel him smiling against your lips before he breaks the kiss, his eyes filled with fondness as he gazes at your face. a light blush graces his cheeks and the tips of his ears, yet he wears a smug smile on his lips. how does he manage to be so adorable and flirty at the same time? it's a question that lingers in your mind, even after all this time dating. even though you show your affection to him every single day through small gestures, you're somehow still convinced he has no clue about the profound effect he has on you, how he has you swooning over the simplest things he does.

suddenly, all the boldness from earlier evaporates, and your cheeks heat up and you could swear that the warmth from the crackling fire is engulfing you. without thinking, you bury your face in the blonde's neck, seeking refuge in the warmth of his embrace.

“if you wanted to kiss me so bad you could’ve just said that from the get-go,” he teased, his voice light and playful. he can’t resist squeezing you gently in his arms at the sight of your cheek pressed on his shoulder.

you peek out from your cozy hiding spot, shooting him a mock glare. “don’t play with me right now, i’ll really leave you alone to build the whole thing,” you try to sound indignant but fail miserably, your heart eyes and sheepish smile clearly betraying you.

he chuckles while his fingers trace lazy circles on your back before planting a kiss on your temple. “you wouldn’t, you love me too much,” you respond by slightly hitting his chest.

"okay, maybe just a tiny bit too much," you admit with a playful eye-roll, “now get to work before i change my mind”

[seonghwaddict]

LILO’S 2K FOLLOWER EVENT !!

NOTES . thank you guys sosososososo much for 2k followers i love you all and really couldn’t have made it this far without you guys! i know to some it may not seem like a lot but this really means so much to me, with every milestone i hit i can’t help but be so grateful for your support~

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[tomago]

HAIAHIHAI HECTATE EROS VIXEN :3 may i have 91 wwwith kaory hakaze pretty pellaseee with a cherry on top THnk u …:3 (insane)

he’s a tramp (h. kaoru)

KAO + prompt 91, accidentally bumping noses while kissing and laughing about it ( 220 words , gn reader )

note(s): HI sid u guys miss me. you guys should watch lady & the tramp

often when he looks at you, he grazes the thought of love; in the stillness of a morning where the smell of coffee fills the room, an apparition of love follows you.

“feeling pleased with yourself?” bingo. that question from you alone was enough to turn kaoru’s somewhat smug smile into an embarrassed one, when his hands instinctively hide on his nape and his eyes are cast down.

“how can i not? i’m spending this morning with you.” he replies— so smoothly, making his way from across the kitchen to your side on the couch.

from his lips to what comes out of them, from the tip of his fingers to his eyes; the thought of kaoru drove you crazy. the way that he knew exactly what to do and say to make your heart skip a beat was maddening.

rolling your eyes in response, your body’s natural instinct was to inch closer to the irresistible man in front of you— so much so that your noses touch, lips meeting together for the nth time.

“you fox.” you say underneath your breath, but you don’t stop kissing him.

“anything for you, pigeon.” he chuckles, smiling into the kiss; he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

the two of you look at the world once, in love— the rest is memory.

[musaeon]

tag dump! (mizuki)

[vanillakook]

THE ROOMMATE ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: your hot roommate brings out the dirtiest side of you

parings: roommate!jk x pervy!roommate!reader

warnings: mature language and content, spying, solo masturbation, lewd thoughts, slight jealously, underwear stealing, abnormal behavior (on both parts) mentions of pillow humping, wet dreams, fantasies, etc.

genre: smut, drabble

word count: 660

a/n: quick little one shot as a thank you for all the love you’ve been showing me, i promise to keep writing the filthiest works for you guys <3

pervy!roommate!reader who has jungkook completely fooled. he thinks his cute housemate is so innocent. what he doesn’t know is that you’re a deranged slut that’s been yearning for him since you’ve laid eyes on him.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s attraction to jungkook starts off as something sane. your behavior progresses into stuffing your pussy to the thought of him, stealing his used boxers and trotting around in them when he’s not home, and staining the same pillows he lays his head on with your sticky cum.

pervy!roommate!reader who goes brain dead whenever jungkook is speaking to her. whether it’s about your half of the rent or what groceries you want him to go get, the only thing you can think about his having his dick down your throat.

pervy!roommate!reader who wakes up with her panties clinging to her pussy from the wet dreams she has about jungkook, desperately wishing to make the images of getting destroyed by him into a reality. every morning is a constant routine of rubbing your sensitive clit, hoping he’s listening to your soft cries for him on the other side.

pervy!roommate!reader who feels like she hits the jackpot when she catches jungkook fisting his huge cock in his room. the door is cracked open just the right amount to where she can spy. it’s so wrong to invade his privacy, she has time to walk away, to shut his door even. instead she feels her fingers creeping up to cup her breast, rolling it around while her teeth sink into her bottom lip. this could be her moment, her chance to finally relieve his dick that looks like it’ll burst any second if it doesn’t have a cunt squeezing around it. instead she falls back, rubbing one out while watching him before going back to bed.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s visibly upset every time jungkook brings a girl over, dramatically slamming her bedroom door and making noises around the apartment to disturb him and his company. suddenly she needs jungkook for every little issue she has which causes his little hookup to dip out on him. he’d be more upset if his roommate wasn’t enough eye candy for him to get off to alone. either way he’s satisfied.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s scent on jungkooks pillows doesn’t go unnoticed. he’s breathing you in every night in the spot where he lays his head. your aromas make his dick stand up, aching and hurting from neglect. he could call someone over, he has girls lined up and waiting for him. yet the only thing that sounds satisfying is his pretty little roommate. he thinks he’s going crazy when he hears your small pants and moans of his name with the wet, sloppy sounds of your cunt following after.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s panties start going missing and popping up with globs of white substances in them and notices her roommate avoiding her more often. jungkook is suddenly too busy to hang out and too busy to have dinner with you. jungkook starts getting risky, leaving his door open while pumping his cock. he only does it when you’re not home, just in hopes that you’d walk in and drop to your knees when you saw him struggling to cum without your touch.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s nerves are running rampant at her and jungkooks game of cat and mouse. when he sends her a “we need to talk” text various scenarios and thoughts begin to go through her head. yet nothing could prepare her for jungkook’s distressed expression as she sits in front of him on the sofa and he runs a tired hand over his face while hovering over her. her eyes widen, watching the bulge in his pants grow to an inhuman size. and she sure as hell wasn’t prepared for his next proposal, something she thought she’d never hear from him.

“doll, as much as i love licking your slick off my pillows how about you use my cock from now on? yeah?”

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[madamechrissy]

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Take Me Home Tonight -(Ao3) Ongoing- law professor Gojo/x law student - Wc: 122k- Explicit Masterlist

Fractured Desires - Finished- explicit- wc 95k (angsty/ toxic/smut) Ao3 link (Starts off as Sugu/reader- yandere)

Silent Serenades - Ongoing- Angsty Bridgerton AU- arranged marriage explicit- cruel Duke Gojo- wc 90k ongoing AO3

Healing Hearts - new WIP- Dr. Gojo/intern Ao3

Smut drabbles : Masterlist - One shot- I wanna be Yours

ꔫ Nanami x Reader- But it's Better if You Do- Finished- Wc 92k - Explicit (Ao3) - Masterlist- Sweet and cute

But Darling Just Kiss Me Slow- Oneshot- wc 13.5k

Lucid Dreams- One shot- 3.4k wc reader is a ghost

Smut drabbles: here

ꔫ Toji x Reader Dirty Little Secret: Finished- Wc: 86k - Explicit (Ao3) (Masterlist) Smutty ASF, freaky, age gap

She a shy girl, but she a freak deep down- wc 6.5k smut/funny oneshot

ꔫ Geto x Reader- Up in the Air: Finished- Wc: 103k - Masterlist -hurt/comfort, sweet and smutty

Smut drabbles : here

ꔫ Choso x Reader-Keep this Lowkey- friends w/benefits - 9.4k ongoing

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[dollyhao]

﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ toni's writing corner

✩ abby anderson

abby car blurb

next door neighboor abby

next door neighbor abby 2

next door neighbor abby 3 (nsfw)

reassuring abby

lingerie shopping with abby (nsfw)

eating abby out (nsfw)

gym crush!abby

abby x milf!reader

professor!abby drabble

sleepy!abby blurb

getting warm with abby

stuffie obsessed reader (nsfw)

early mornings with abby

phone sex with abby (nsfw)

bimbo!reader and her hunky gf (nsfw)

bimbo!abby (nsfw)

let go— part 1

✩ ellie williams

store owner ellie (nsfw)

ellie drabble

ellie w/ single mother

loser!ellie x bully!reader introduction

loser!ellie- ellie's study date?? (nsfw)

loser!ellie- ellie upsets bully!reader (nsfw)

loser!ellie- jealous ellie (nsfw)

loser!ellie- jealous bully!reader (nsfw)

loser!ellie- how she and reader started hooking up

loser!ellie desperate for forgiveness

swimming at night with bsf ellie

sending nudes to a high ellie (nsfw)

pastor’s wife!reader w/ ellie (nsfw)

doing ellie’s makeup

ellie being a sexy distraction (nsfw)

ellie and her model gf (nsfw)

no nut november (nsfw)

loser ellie and her mean lil gf (nsfw)

taking ‘pictures’ with ellie

tribbing with loser ellie (nsfw)

succubus reader and nerdy ellie (nsfw)

sweet moment with ellie and her mean gf

✩ dina woodward

ameliorate— part 1

✩ vi

(wip)

✩ mikasa ackerman

smoking with gf mikasa

[alcqraz]

★ summary — after yet another tough loss in the australian open, y/n finds solace within her boyfriend. ˖˙ ꔫ —★★★★ pairing: carlos alcaraz x fem!reader ˖˙ ꔫ —★★★ content warnings. n/a. carlos being a cutie patootie? ˖˙ ꔫ —★★ word count. 3.2k ˖˙ ꔫ —★ genre. fluff. it's carlos. what do you expect? ★ authors note: for the girls! i really need to write some x male!reader for myself... ben drabble coming next and then we go from there. also ugh, he's so cute i love him so much. after 6 decades, 4 redbulls and 25 million complaints, you shalt recieve whatever the hell this monstrosity is... i apologize, this is terrible. ⠀⠀⠀❛⠀⠀ @yungbludz ; @csainzcalcaraz ; idk who else to tag.

Bitterness was an odd sort of sensation. It wrapped around the heart within a warp of seamless, thick fog- the cold tendrils seeping into the crevices of positivity that she deemed to find after such a loss. It whispered to Y/N in moments where she stood in front of the media, rumbling off a number of responses given by her public relations manager. One for which she believed to have almost no effect upon her relationship with the public. It lingered, like some sort of lurking shadow amongst the thoughts that crowded her back of mind as the reality delved deep into her bones. As the media had swooped down as vultures and ripped her performance apart with each piece of mindless critique that, most of the time, could be said to have been terribly wrong.

She’d known the drill. Exchanging hands with the devil within every turn that crossed her path, with every early round exit that haunted her presence as she packed up to head towards the next tournament. One which would lead to the abiding taste of victory or once again; bitterness. It followed her every step, with every ground stroke, with every serve missed. It was only when the umpire would shout out the words- game, set match; followed by a name that was not hers, would she realize. It settled in slowly; similar to the dust that set on the shelves after being unused for far too long, and eventually did she finally feel the truth of it all. 

Australia seemed to disdain her existence as a whole. Y/N had decidedly chosen to believe so after a handful of upsets. Within the premises of a place far too beautiful to be spiteful, does she drown within her sorrows of the match. The Australian Open always rubbed like salt within her wounds, lost matches after lost matches, and she wondered to herself what she could possibly be doing wrong with her career. It was not as if it were common. Undoubtedly, Y/N would lose; just as the greatest to ever have played the game had done so before, but within the years that passed by, it only tended to happen with a good run. Perhaps losing upon the semi-finals or the finals could be regarded as a wider received upset, however the expectation that crawled upon her skin with every waking moment only pressured her further to go for a deeper run.

And yet, as the sun dipped lower upon the evening-lit sky, it sank deep within the horizon as such a carefully crafted and cared for gold coin slipping into the darkened waves of the ocean. Casting hues of colors that in any other situation, Y/N would find extraordinary. What was not to appreciate a good sunset for? But it was not the stunning beauty of the sunset that plastered her thoughts, and to her utter surprise and relief, was also not the stalling weight of the loss. Instead, her mind subconsciously drifted to the Spaniard that she knew would be waiting upon her arrival. 

Carlos was never one short of a support system for Y/N. In a sort of way, she wonders faintly what she would do without his constant encouragement and advocacy. Who would be there for her after such a loss? Who would be the one to woefully wrap their arms around her as she doubted her ability, the one who would whisper sweet nothings into her ears until she truly believed it? Y/N knew that she couldn’t escape it again this time, despite the need to potentially be alone for multiple hours before truly being in a mindset to talk to others without resulting in a bout of tension due to snappy answers. 

She knew that he would’ve watched the match. Sitting atop his hotel room bed in which she had fallen asleep in for many days beforehand, never daring to book a shared room due to the fear of being caught by, not his team, but others. News outlets, reporters- those who would do nothing less than to dwell low for an eye-catching title. Sprawled across the sheets, she could imagine him, his mouth pursed into a tight line; not at the loss, but at the disappointed glances the camera would’ve caught with ease. He never cared for her results, not in that sense, but in the sense of that he would not judge her for an early round exit such as today. The only thing that mattered to him would’ve been what she had felt- frustration, agitated, disappointed, seemed to all be on the table on this fateful night.

And in a certain light, she looked forward to those tender moments. The feeling of a ripple of being loved and appreciated within an ocean of critical and in times, cruel comments that had been made of her. For her tennis, her looks, her image; there always appeared to be something to grumble about albeit it be for the tiniest, most inconspicuous things. Carlos always shook his head, his head of grown hair shaking in such a way that was endearing to Y/N. He’d reach over, gently plucking the phone from his hands although unable to hide his pique of interest in what his girlfriend so… encapsulated. He’d learnt quickly that it was never good in instances as such. 

There would be some form of tension as the Spaniard would look up, an odd frown stretching across his face. It never fit him right- frowning, it just didn’t feel right, like a human in an animal enclosure. Unbelonging. Conceivably, it was because she was used to his bright, joyous and up-lifting grin, that goofy smile that could assault a ray of light upon the darkest of days. Seeing the opposite of it was unfathomable. There would be a mumble of words, half mixed with Spanish as he would set the phone down, an arm slowly easing up to provide a source of comfort. 

Arguably, the drive back to the exquisite hotel in which she had been assigned could be determined to be the longest and shortest drive she’d ever experienced. The driver made no attempt to start a conversation in any variation, instead decidedly for the better, kept his mouth tightly shut. Y/N had assumed that one not so nice glance, which- for the record, she did not mean to give, shut him up real quick as from a viewpoint, he looked fairly friendly. Like the sort of person to make small talk with strangers without making either party feel vastly uncomfortable. She’d never gotten out of a place faster in her life. Mumbling out a soft thank you, because if honesty was policy, it was the least she could do after such a drive.

She was thankful that at least the hotel had a welcoming atmosphere, the constant chatter of guests that could care less of her arrival. Or even better, did not recognize her for who she was. Her team had followed back within another car, not that Y/N had requested so, but it felt more of a moral perception. They knew what to leave things at, and she could come to appreciate having a group of people that understood. Within the dynamic lighting in the building, she could vaguely make out one of the tournament cars pulling into the entrance. 

Hauling the bag that slung across a singular shoulder, and quietly adjusting the hanging strap, Y/N stumbles her way back towards her room. The hallway stood eerily silent, the usual foreigner- or group of foreigners had either disappeared into the night, taken an early exit, or drunk on a dance floor. The latter, she had assumed. Notionally, it would’ve been far better than having to be questioned by the eyes of another guest, making polite small-talk as the elevator shuddered and picked up its pace. They’d wish her luck, not knowing the slaughter that had happened on court not even hours before. 

A part of Y/N wants to immediately head over to Carlos’s room. To drop everything and melt within his strong arms, to go home. But she knew better than to show up at his front door, sweaty, pissed off and with an arm load of bags. And so she resisted, grumbling a number of curses as she punched in the floor that her suite had been on, waiting as the elevator whirred to its heart's content. It feels far too long, the walk back grudging and slow, with every drag of her foot feeling as she were walking through puddles of wet concrete. Perhaps it was the exhaustion after a match dwelling down, or perhaps it’s the mental aspect of everything- Y/N never could truly pinpoint this feeling, despite the half-hearted attempts at understanding.

Her bags are carelessly strewn across the floor, allowing her jacket to fall upon one of the unused chairs of her suite. The room is big; far too big for a single person living in it, and whilst Y/N had admired the spaciousness of the area when she had first arrived, now it had felt more despondent than ever. Even showering felt enervating, too hot for a minute, then too cold for another, and she wonders how such an expansive hotel could reserve for a lavish waterfall in its lobby, yet not have enough for a capable showerhead. She had to admit though, she’d felt better after such a shower, muscles relaxing and the stench being wafted away within a moment's notice. It feels as if she’d done it a million times, coming back after a match, trying to take a relaxing shower before she was to be grilled by her coach for the next. It felt more of a simulation, as if things were repeating itself over and over again, like a clock resetting after every twelve hours. The only time that would differ would be around Carlos, the Spaniard making time feel irrelevant to the universe, until it was only them that mattered. Nothing else, nothing more.

It’s always for that reason she found herself back in this position, new comfortable clothing that hung loosely around her shoulders, hair up for it to dry faster. There would be no makeup involved, she’d known Carlos for long enough that she knew he could not care for what she looked like in these moments. Instead, worrying about further issues. It’s almost embarrassing how many times she found solace within him, as he would finally open that god damn door to his hotel room, that stupid smile that could light up the entire town, the way he never seemed less excited to see Y/N no matter how many times he’d actually seen her. He was so… how could he be so… she never grasped at how or why, never could comprehend. It never changed. 

“Y/N?”

Carlos peers curiously, eyes glinting with a sort of inquisitiveness no one else could replicate. That look, the one that Y/N could never get used to, one that shone like the moon upon a dim evening sky. “Estas bien?”His words cut through the uttered silence, his head cocking to the side like a mackerel. For a moment, she profoundly forgot where she was, taking more than just a second to process the Spaniard’s words.

Her eyelids flutter, open and shut, shut then open, as if trying to clear a haze that had clouded her vision. Deliberately, she let her head sway from one side to another, strands of hair falling from the elastic that held her hair together. “Oh, uh-” She stumbles over her words, as if she were suddenly at a loss, a lump forming cautiously within the midsts of her throat. “Yes, yeah- I’m fine, estoy bien.” The words feel jumbled as it comes out of her mouth, as if she hadn’t spoken in many years before advancing her way towards Carlos.

He looks around, protruding his head from the frame of the wooden door, as if he were searching for something, or perchance, it was looking out for her. When he had decidedly chosen that the coast could be deemed as clear, Carlos gently ushers Y/N in, a hand swiping behind her back and brushing her into the room. It’s far messier than her room, as well, Carlos was Carlos and old habits die hard, but it feels much more of a humble abode. The smell of Carlos wafts airly within the room, like a warm, familiar embrace, dancing lightly throughout the suite. It wraps around like a fuzzy blanket, easing the tension that spooked through her veins, allowing her to sink into a contraption of intimacy. 

Carlos’s mouth opens, as if he were to say something, but he hesitates wearily. Y/N is sure that it’s because he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing, that would rub her in the wrong way. The thought stings a little, knowing that Carlos felt as if he couldn’t say what he truly thought to her without the fear of retaliation. “No estuvo mal.” He says the words slowly, dragging across his tongue, syllable by syllable. “Te veías bien.”

There’s a hint of truth that comes with his words, Carlos didn’t enjoy lying, especially to her, Y/N quickly realized soon into their relationship. He knew of the pain of hearing those around him lying of how he played- good or bad. He discerned, to only speak of the truth. Yet he also, deep down, fathomed that she would not believe what he said despite the sincerity. Knew that it was a battle already lost, and there was not much he could do about it other than whisper caring endearments until the discomfort of the loss passed. 

“It didn’t feel good.” She responds, not quite a snap back to Carlos, but more of a defense mechanism to protect herself. 

“Losing does not feel good ever, yes?” His words are coated with an accent, one that she found more endearing than anything else. The attempt was enough to fill a crack of her heart with warmth, and it only grows further as Carlos takes a couple steps in to enfold his arms around Y/N, in a well meant attempt to shield her from any negative critiques or thoughts. “Pero eso no significa que no fuera bueno, ¿verdad?”

She knew what was to come. Knew the little spiel of words he had crafted carefully within his mind. He would remind her of the positives. Of how it could do more good than bad, and that it was just a single tournament in an ocean of others. She would come back, win the next title, and all would be forgotten as the media turned back to the bouts of adoration for her antics and play style. 

Carlos sighs, shaking his head in such a manner of disappointment. “Ven aqui.” He mumbles softly, his words barely breaking the silence that touched the room. He takes a few purposeful steps toward the bed, tugging her alongside him. His touch lingers, a gentle pressure that presses Y/N against the comfortable mattress in a way that feels tender and intimate, exuding a warmth and familiarity that only Carlos could convey to her. It’s a moment cuddled with unspoken connection, where every brush of his hand spoke volumes of the devotion he felt.

There was nothing she would want more, nothing that could comfort her in such a way that it made the whole world feel at peace. He could make her forget in a number of ways, but this- his body pressed up against hers, breath hot against her skin as he tangled them into a spooning position. It feels as if heaven were on Earth, the sensations greater than whatever pleasure tennis could bring to her. “Todo va a estar bien, si?” Carlos whispers, carrying not only a sense of warmth but tinged with secrecy as well. A sacred space that only withled the two of them, with no allowed space for others. A fleeting moment, that has Y/N’s heart thumping within her body.

“Maybe if you’re always here after I lose in straight sets.” 

Her response isn’t biting, it’s not bitter as she would’ve expected it to be. Perhaps it was because he found it nearly impossible to act so rudely towards Carlos. He smiles though, in an answer, his lips stretching lazily into that stupid, stupid grin. “Siempre estaré aquí para ti, amor.” Carlos says, lips just tracing over the lobes of her ears, and for a moment, Y/N shuddered at the touch- so intimate and close, so indescribable. His fingers lay on her delicate skin, one that had been soaked upon sweat just hours ago, and it feels as if the area had been set on fire. His touch warm and fascinating, his lips soft and ginger as he slowly bestows a kiss on her own. 

It’s a feeling Y/N would never be able to shake off no matter how many times it happened. The elusive tingle that tinged up her spine, then throughout her bones, every nerve as if it had been lit on fire. The way his hands slowly caresses her face, not intruding and not pushing for anything further, just to have her in such a way that only the luckiest woman in the world could imagine to have. And when he pulls away, it leaves Y/N yearning for more, eyes trying to convey a message of need and desire. But Carlos is quick to shake his head, and although dismay aligns across his features, he’s firm about it. 

“Descansa un poco” He murmurs, turning so that Y/N would lay on the mattress in a manner that he knew she’d prefer to anything else. Likewise, she was tired. In spite of everything- the match, the weight of the loss, the media that gawked, their smirks playing along their faces as she spoke, every word a better headline for them, in a fashion of twisting her own words and using them to stab her against the back. It was, perhaps, the worst part of tennis, one that Y/N wished she could evaporate with a snap of her fingers. But she could not, she did not have the power to do so, and it was not as if it would be of any use if she had tried. 

With a defiant huff of a breath, she tried to ease the restlessness that lodged between her bones, letting her eyes fall shut, easing into an acquainted darkness. With the pressure of Carlos around her, the soft breathing that snuck in and out, sweeping across her right ear, Y/N mitigates into a calming state of bliss. One in which she only found moments like these, where she did not have to shine as a radiant poster boy, where she could finally just let herself be. And during that interval where she felt not quite asleep, yet not awake either, she smiles to herself, knowing that for one, she could rest easy for the time being. That she was safe, within the consolation of home. 

[ttsukiimi]

This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSS😭

୨୧⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ trueform!sukuna x reader, smut (mdni), unprotected sx, brèeding ķink, softdom!sukuna, established relationship, implied size difference,

୨୧⋆ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ ANONN?? THIS IS SO GOOD. I js fell to my knees in the middle of Walmart.

Sukuna was not a soft man—that was obvious. He was often rude, harsh, and did anything that would bring him even the slightest amusement, even if that caused someone else pain.

Well, that was expected for the king of curses.

But it seemed however harsh he was, you seemed to always shift his demeanor. Even know he’s frowning as you wrap your arms so sweetly around him, pushing your smaller form flush to his. Surely this would tarnish his reputation if he was caught like this, all soft, but he just couldn’t say no to you.

“‘Kuna,” you smile, a bit mischievously, pressing your ass against him. “I want you.”

And again, Sukuna Ryomen found himself unable to say no—unable to resist that addictive urge to fulfill every wish you bestow upon him.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he instantly bottomed out, pressing a peck to your neck. This was so unlike him.

His Four hands roamed your body, caressing every part with attentiveness and admiration. Hips ramming into you, cock kissing every sweet spot inside you, he found the slight bulge in your lower stomach where he could feel himself moving. And—god, Sukuna never wanted to stuff a baby into you more in his life.

His pace quickened, though he was still soft, and his arms wrapped around your body to take ahold of your tits, fondling with them. “You feel..good,” he sighed in your ear, his body shivering at the moans that slipped from your lips. “Want you to bear my child,”

The only things that went through his mind at that moment were the thoughts of stuffing his wife with his child, finally able to show off to other men how you’re already taken with how swelled your belly was.

You mewled and rocked your hips back on his, opening your legs wider to give him more access—you wanted that too.

There had always been a size difference between you two, with Sukuna being freakishly tall and all—but now was your chance to finally show that you could take it, no matter how huge your husband was.

“Stuff me, ‘kuna, give me your children,”

[koiir]

꒰͡ ⠀ ׂ JJK MEN AS THE TYPE TO… ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

MEGUMI is the type to let his shikigami get affectionate with you, you being hidden from the fact that their affection is based on his feelings towards you.

YUJI is the type to buy you as many plushies as you wish, only for him to throw them into the ground and tackle you. Not daring to let those plushies take his place.

INUMAKI is the type to tell you to get another guys number, and then troll him as a way to let that guy know he has no chance with you.

YUTA is the type who gets so emotional when you love on him, not believing you could love him so much. He secretly sheds some tears as he holds you in the night from an overflow of emotions.

GOJO is the type of guy who purposely lets guys flirt with you, only for him to waltz in mocking them with his attributes that they can’t compete with. He’ll tower over them just to intimidate them by his height.

GETO is the type to be sickening sweet to you with his words, but a menace to those who either— judge you, or those who gawk at you. Will whisper in their ears, words that break their egos.

NANAMI is the type who always returns with a bouquet of flowers or your favorite bread. If time allows ,he brings you to your favorite cafe while feeding you the food you order.

SUKUNA is the type who has all the guys he caught staring at you, lined up one by one, slicing them off in order to prove that he does not play around when it comes to you.

[wandasaura]

stoner!wanda corrupting innocent!reader over a period of time! slowly introducing you to her favorite music and true crime podcasts, incorporating her kinks into your sex life one at a time until she doesn’t even have to prod you to call her mommy anymore, you do it all on your own and you enjoy it. she’ll never forget how pink your cheeks became the first time she told you to call her that. her head was buried between your legs, lapping away at your core after she’d spent the night teasing you at a party with all of her friends. your hands were in her hair, hips grinding against her tongue, desperate to finally fall over the edge, but every time you got close she lightened her touch and pretended like she didn’t notice. you cried out after the third time, and she looked up at you with the darkest stare you’d seen her give, pupils blown wide not only because of her lust, and she’d said, “call me mommy. if you really want to cum right now, you’ll call me mommy.” and you had, despite your reservations. that was one of the best orgasms you’d ever experienced, and wanda didn’t let you forget how your legs shook for minutes afterward. one night, she convinced you to join her on the roof of her apartment building under the guise that she could see orion’s belt, but really she’d just been smoking a joint and wanted you to join her. you’d declined her offer every time up until this point, but when she promised that it would warm you up, the harsh november cold settling into your bones despite your warmest pjs and big coat, you gave in. you thought she would’ve handed the joint over, maybe even talked you through how big of a hit to take, but she’d just grabbed your face in her cold hands and pressed her lips against yours, breathing the smoke into your mouth and watching you intensely as you pulled away and coughed. you liked it, even though it made your eyes burn and your throat tickle, and so she did it again, and once that fuzzy, floaty feeling hit your head, the world spinning and the stars so much brighter then you remembered, you somehow found the courage to ask if you could take your very own hit, and who was she to deny you? you didn’t decline her offers to get high anymore after that night.

[angelmatthew]

₊˚.༄ "i love snow" - kim gyuvin

can't believe how quickly i wrote this, i was giggling and kicking my feet through the whole thing, gyuvin is my cutie patootie fr thanks to anon for requesting this!! also i might post a christmas related fic for each member, next on the list is matthew ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

🖇️request

↬gyuvin x gn!reader ↬872 words ↬tooth rotting fluff, oneshot ↬tw: none besides that it's not proofread as always

"whoa, careful there!" gyuvin cautions, gripping your arm as you teetered on the cabin's wooden stairs. a smile spreads across his face, unable to resist your infectious excitement. gyuvin had this grand christmas mountain trip all mapped out, fully aware of your holiday season obsession. however, his master plan got a timeout because the moment you chucked your bags into the cozy getaway, you bolted out faster than he could spill his day's agenda.

you jump from the last two patio steps onto the fluffy snow, sprawling out and wiggling your limbs to craft a snow angel, earning a laugh from gyuvin before he flops down beside you.

"I love snow," you declare with a childlike grin; suddenly, you're back to being five, eagerly waiting for santa and the sweet stash of candy hidden in knitted socks.

as you both lay there, the crisp winter air filling your lungs, gyuvin glances up at the sky, his eyes reflecting the beauty of the snowflakes gently falling around you.

in the distance, the joyful sounds of children playing reach your ears. propping up on your elbows, you glance toward your neighboring cabin. three kids are having a snowball fight. gyuvin sits up, you both share a grin, captivated by their antics.

“they’re so cute” you remark, your eyes tracking the little girl in the bright pink puffy jacket, attempting to escape her friends who teamed up on her. unaware, you completely miss gyuvin's hand, stealthily scooping up a ball of snow behind your back.

"hey, watch this!" before you could react, he smudges a handful of snow onto your face with a cheeky grin and bolts away. you scoff in disbelief before wiping away the snow from your cheeks.

“oh you’re so done for!” you exclaim, springing to your feet. gyuvin stood a few meters away, attempting to hide behind a tree, indulging in his signature uncontrollable giggles.

molding a snowball in your hands, you take aim and send it toward him, the soft impact barely grazing his shoulder to your disappointment.

"is that the best you can do?" he teases, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. in response, he hurls another snowball your way, this time hitting your leg.

a prolonged exchange of snowballs unfolds, with gyuvin showcasing a surprising knack for accuracy. his throws effortlessly find their mark, while you miss a few shots. after a few minutes, both of you are left breathless from the combination of running and laughter.

"hold on a sec—" gyuvin manages between pants and giggles, punctuating his words with a stop gesture.

"giving up so soon?" you ask, catching your breath.

"let's call a truce," he throws his hands in the air in a mock surrender.

"alright, truce it is," with a sly grin, you add, "but not without a little something in return."

“okay that’s fair, what do you have in mind ?”

you pretend to contemplate the offer for a moment before coyly giving your suggestion, "how about a kiss?"

gyuvin grins at the idea, drops the snowball he's holding to signal surrender, and strolls over to you. just as he's closing in, you whip out a snowball from behind your back and hit his chest. he lets out an exaggerated gasp, clutching his chest as he collapses onto the snow. you burst into laughter at his theatrical response.

"are you alright?" you ask, faking concern but unable to hide the mischievous glint in your eyes. gyuvin plays along, fully committed to his role of the "wounded" party. "i didn't mean to hit you that hard," you add with an innocent tone.

he cracks open one eye, a smirk forming on his lips. suddenly, he tugs at your arm, causing you to lose balance and fall onto him. you let out a little squeal, in one swift motion, he playfully tackles you into the snow and tries to cover your face in snow.

"okay, truce for real this time!" you half-giggle, half-yell, using your arms to shield your face.

“only if you admit i win this round...and that i'm the best boyfriend on earth."

you playfully roll your eyes, a smile dancing on your lips. "alright, you win this round… and you’re the best boyfriend on earth," you concede with a chuckle, looking up at your boyfriend hovering over you, arms placed on either side of your head propping him up. brown strands peek out from under his beanie, and his nose carries a rosy tint from the cold. his lips mirror the hue at the tip of his nose. he gazes at you with radiant eyes, carefully scanning every detail of your face.

his greatest fear is losing the memory of your face. that's why he insists on facetiming whenever he's away and takes pictures of you at every possible occasion. most importantly, when you're together, he's dedicated to admiring you, taking in every detail from your voice and laughter to the irresistible charm of your lips.

he leans in — his lips are cool against yours and so is the tip of his nose gently grazing your left cheek, but a comforting warmth spreads through you. the kiss is tender, mirroring the gentleness that defines every aspect of gyuvin. with a subtle smile, he pulls back, his gaze locked onto yours.

"round two?" he suggests, his hands brushing the snow from your left cheek.

"you better start running because i'm gonna win this time!"

[hyunverse]

midnight existential crisis ꔫ seungmin

best friend!seungmin && reader.

genre — fluff, drabble.

warnings — vomit.

about — you and your best friend have a talk about the future.

note — hi!!! first request for skz, kinda nervous. hope u enjoy this bubba ^_^

part two here.

"oh my god i feel disgusting," you cry out, placing down half a slice of pizza.

several boxes of pizza are stacked on the table, some empty and some not. you managed to finish most of them, leaving only two boxes full.

seungmin merely watches — partially amused. out of boredom and greed, you decided to buy every topping of pizza available in domino's. he had told you that it's impossible to finish them all, but you insisted — said that it's possible if it's personal-sized. after three hours, he's currently basking in the glory of being able to say "i told you so."

the couch dips at your weight as you sink down, whining, "it's not fair. you barely ate any."

he shrugs, "i ate like three boxes."

"you have no ambition!"

"are you seriously insulting me for knowing the capacity of my own stomach?"

you loathe how seungmin always seems to have a rebuttal. he always has witty comebacks, yet so composed — it's his role in your shared apartment. amidst the calamity among you, hyunjin, and felix — he's always been the smartest one despite his own chaotic shenanigans. it's the very reason why you get along with him best.

"my god, minnie," you whimper, hand gently rubbing your bloated stomach, "one push on my stomach and my insides will immediately burst out."

a complete mistake on your part. it's not seungmin if he isn't constantly searching for ways to annoy you. before you know it, his hands are attempting to push your stomach. as you try to avoid his attacks, the two of you laugh, and laugh — until it slowly turns to silence. a homely type of silence.

“feet,” seungmin breaks the silence.

you’re laying on the armrest of the sofa, him as well but on the opposite. legs stretching out — his feet are now on top of yours. menacingly, he pinches your foot with his toes. you yelp out, kicking him in the shin in process.

“annoying ass!”

“at least i have an ass,” his response has you fuming in the inside.

“fuck you, i can’t wait ’til hyunnie and lix comes back.”

seungmin glances at the clock, eyebrows furrowed, “it’s midnight and they’re not here yet. . . they’ve literally been out since morning.”

a heavy sigh slips past your lips, and you sink yourself even more into the sofa. you wish the whole earth could swallow you alive. you, and the pathetic feeling harboring in your chest.

“it’s valentine’s day, hyunjin and felix both have dates,” you say, “why are we staying in?”

“‘cause we’re bitchless.”

“why are we bitchless? like, i don’t get it,” you add — seungmin could tell it’s the beginning of a long midnight talk, “felix has so many friends that he could go out with a different friend every other night. hyunjin gets both dudes and chicks, he gets asked out every week. why am i alone? like, what’s wrong with me, minnie?”

your best friend props up his body with his elbows to get a better look at you. he doesn’t answer your question — knows you well enough to know that you don’t actually want an answer — you just want to ramble. and he’s there to listen.

“i feel so lonely, seungmo, so lonely. i feel like i’m going to die alone. i can’t pinpoint what’s unlikeable about me, really. you, however. . . so many people like you, y’know that? have you ever considered, i don’t know. . . freeing your schedule to date? not be too stressed over college?”

the question causes seungmin to plop back down onto the leather sofa. he buzzes his lips together. it isn’t the first time he’s heard the statement, truly. the people he has casually dated has told him that he’s too driven by college, that he’s too determined.

“i don’t want to change that part of myself just so someone would date me, y/n,” he exhales the breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding, “i want to be loved without feeling like i’m begging for it. and we’re almost done with our degree, too. so, what’s the point anyway?”

you shoot up in your seat. a nauseous sensation starts to creep up your system — your legs move before you could think — suddenly you’re bent over the toilet, vomitting out all the food you’ve eaten. seungmin isn’t too far behind you. by the time you’re hunched over the toilet, you could feel his larger hands massaging your shoulders and rubbing your back.

“let it out,” he says, voice hushed.

once you’re done, the raven head helps you. he turns on the sink for you, even grabbed a couple tissues for you.

“we’re almost done with college,” you cry out, sitting on the bathroom floor with teary, red eyes and a snotty nose.

seriously, the dominos workers must’ve drugged the pizzas with something to make you so emotional.

“it’s our last semester, seungmo,” you add, sniffling.

obediently, seungmin sits beside you. he gently pushes your head down onto his shoulder, letting you cry out all your emotions.

“it’s so scary, seungmo, too scary.”

“of course it is scary, it’ll only get scarier as days pass by.”

“i feel like i’m the only one with no life plan. i know felix wants to work at a bakery once we graduate, and hyunjin’s going for interior design. i know you have plans too, no way you don’t,” you ramble in one breath, “i genuinely don’t know where i’m going after college. it’s so pathetic.”

seungmin shrugs, “i don’t know what i’m going to do either.”

“what?”

“i’m having second thoughts about my major.”

your lips purse into an ‘o’. a part of you feels bad for seungmin, considering you know how hard he studies, but a part of you feels relieved that you’re not the only one.

“that’s a huge yikes.”

“it is,” seungmin huffs as he rests his head against the blue tiled walls, “but i guess that’s that. sometimes the plan you initially plotted just doesn’t suit you.”

you nod at his words, “wow. we’re bitchless and jobless.”

it’s all pathetic — crying and vomitting at the thought of the future but someway, somehow, having seungmin by your side makes it less lonely. less scary, even by just a little.

“you ever thought about how your burdens are truly only yours and cannot truly be shared?” seungmin asks in a matter-of-factly tone.

your stomach churns at the statement.

“yeah. . . all the time. i feel like you could share your feelings but it’s only to get it out of your system. at the end of the day, all the burden is only yours.”

seungmin shuffles in his spot, hugging both his legs to his chin.

you sigh, “i’m always here for you though.”

a soft smile paints seungmin’s visage. his hand reaches out to pat your head.

“me too. you’re stuck with me until we’re both wrinkly on our death beds,” he jokes, “i don’t think i’m moving out once we graduate. i think i’m staying, i’ll find something to do in this area.”

you nod again, looking up at him. your eyes meet his — he sends you a reassuring smile. as if to say — “i’m with you, we don’t have to rush.”

for the first time in months, you genuinely feel reassured.

“me too, then. i’m staying.”

the night goes on — the clock constantly moving but neither of you does. you talk about nothing but everything, about how you used to be passionate about many things, how seungmin actually wanted to get serious with his last date but was ghosted, how hyunjin’s probably getting laid while the two of you wail and complain. it’s fun, and sad at the same time.

when the clock strikes four, two bodies are entangled on the bathroom floor, slightly snoring. the sight leaves hyunjin utterly confused when he walks in.

“what in the world. . .” the long-haired boy mumbles, tilting his head as he watches, “yongbok! you need to see this!”

the pitter-patter of footsteps could be heard as felix approaches, arms still busy taking off his jacket.

“what? oh wow— bestie goals.”

hyunjin chokes back his laughter, not wanting to wake any of you up, “i’ll carry seungmin to bed, you carry y/n?”

“okay.”